MMB Chapter 22 Traveling, and showing off my talent along the way, is that okay?
Chapter 22 Traveling, and showing off my talent along the way, is that okay?
On the rooftop helipad, a fierce wind howled, and fog gradually filled the air.
The twelve members of the "Demon Slayer Group," dressed in black special operations uniforms, landed and quickly formed a defensive formation.
Their movements were synchronized and uniform, clearly indicating they were well-trained.
Team leader Ryuichi Yamamoto straightened up, reached out and pressed his earpiece, his eyes sweeping contemptuously over the surrounding thick fog.
"Calling command, the Demon Slayer Team has arrived at its designated position and is establishing a defensive line."
Sizzle... sizzle...
However, instead of the expected response, there was only a sharp, piercing electrical sound coming from the headset.
Ryuichi Yamamoto frowned slightly and slapped the walkie-talkie twice.
"Command center? Please respond."
Sizzle...rustle...
The noise was still chaotic and disorderly, even faintly mixed with the eerie sound of a woman crying softly.
"Captain, the GPS is malfunctioning."
"The infrared imager is full of noise; you can't see anything at all."
"The drone lost control as soon as it took off and crashed."
The team members' reports rang out one after another, and the arrogance on everyone's faces was instantly replaced by a sense of solemnity.
Ryuichi Yamamoto snorted coldly and reached behind his back to draw his alloy samurai sword.
"What's the panic? It's just some kind of magnetic field interference."
Remember our mission: wipe out all the anomalous creatures here and try to capture the target alive.
Group A, follow me! Group B, cover the rear! Group C, search for survivors!
"Hai!"
The crowd responded in unison, displaying considerable momentum.
Little did they know, just a few meters above their heads, a transparent figure was sitting cross-legged in mid-air, taking in everything.
"Wow... judging by their appearance, they're an elite unit!"
Lin Fan looked down at the group of menacing young men, his mouth practically agape in a grin.
"I just don't know how durable it is?"
As he spoke, his figure flickered and floated to catch up with the group.
At the same time, the entire structure of the emergency center began to quietly twist.
The safety door leading to the tarmac slammed shut with a loud bang.
Immediately afterwards, rust crept up the door frame at a visible speed, and the originally sturdy alloy door instantly rotted away, as if it had endured a hundred years of wind and rain, and finally merged with the surrounding walls.
The loud noise immediately caught the attention of the group that had just entered the building.
Yamamoto Ryuichi and the others turned around abruptly, their pupils shrinking sharply.
The door is gone?
Instead, there was a wall of flesh constantly oozing dark red liquid.
"Baka! What the hell is this?!"
One of the team members instinctively raised his assault rifle and fired a burst at the wall of flesh.
Da da da da!
The bullet struck the fleshy wall, splattering a few drops of blood before being swallowed up by the writhing muscle tissue.
Then, as if enraged, the wall began to tremble violently, emitting a nauseating "gurgling" sound.
"Don't waste bullets! Maintain formation and advance!"
Ryuichi Yamamoto forced himself to calm down, stopped everyone, and pointed to the only dark staircase in front of him, which was filled with the smell of sulfur.
Upon hearing this, everyone could only cautiously and warily step into the stairwell.
As soon as they stepped into the stairwell, they smelled an unpleasant odor.
The air was so thick it was suffocating; every breath felt like sandpaper scraping through your lungs.
In particular, the mottled rust on the wall formed distorted human faces, which were faintly visible under the beam of a flashlight, making people feel creepy.
Although the surrounding environment was oppressive, there were only close calls and no real danger.
Step, step, step.
As soon as everyone arrived on the fourth floor, they heard heavy footsteps coming from the depths of the corridor.
"Something's up! Prepare for battle!"
Ryuichi Yamamoto warned in a low voice, while simultaneously drawing his katana from his back.
Suddenly, a layer of pale blue electric arcs appeared on the long sword.
The other team members also revealed their special talents and abilities, ready to unleash their power.
At the same time, the heavy footsteps grew closer, and gradually, three eerie figures appeared in the dimly lit passage.
Then, three monsters, dressed in filthy trench coats, without arms, and with only a huge crack in their chests, staggered out of the shadows.
"That's all?"
A fire-elemental awakener sneered disdainfully, and a fireball shot out from his hand.
boom!
The fireball hit the monster in the middle with pinpoint accuracy.
Flames erupted, the monster let out a sharp screech, its body charred black, and it collapsed to the ground convulsing.
"Vulnerable."
Seeing this, the team member blew on his fingers dismissively, looking smug.
However, his smug look didn't last even a second before his expression froze.
Then the charred monster that had fallen to the ground suddenly swelled up like an inflating balloon, and the crack in its chest burst open.
puff!
A stream of yellowish-green acid shot out, so fast that it caught everyone off guard.
"Be careful!"
Yamamoto Ryuichi swung his sword to try and block, but the acid was a liquid and couldn't be cut through at all.
Before the fire-type awakener could dodge, he was drenched in acid.
"Ahhhhh!"
In an instant, a piercing scream tore through the silence of the corridor.
Everyone watched in horror as the skin on the team member who was splashed with the liquid was instantly corroded away, revealing bare white bones, which then began to melt.
In just two breaths.
All that remained on the ground was a pool of blood emitting white smoke and a special operations uniform that hadn't completely corroded.
Quiet.
A deathly silence.
The remaining eleven team members' eyes practically popped out of their sockets.
That's it...?
The one who just died was a B-level Awakener!
Even though he was just a novice, his physical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people, and he was instantly killed without even having a chance to fight back?
"What are you all standing there for! Open fire! Ranged attack!"
Ryuichi Yamamoto's roar startled everyone awake.
Various superpowers and bullets were rained down on the monsters.
But soon, a look of horror appeared in everyone's eyes.
They originally thought they were only facing three monsters, but who could have imagined that, after a brief exchange of fire, even more monsters would appear from the depths of that dark passage.
In just a few breaths, more than a dozen of the same monsters appeared.
Moreover, it wasn't just the ground; the ceiling and walls were also covered with these armless, twisted creatures.
They were like a pack of wolves that had smelled blood, surrounding Yamamoto Ryuichi and his companions.
Lin Fan, floating above, watched with amusement.
"Heh, so I'm that awesome?"
As he talked to himself, his thoughts moved.
Suddenly, the floor on the fourth floor began to writhe, and countless black beetles emerged from the cracks in the ground.
Each of these beetles was the size of a fist, with miniature human faces on their backs and mouthparts as sharp as knives. The moment they appeared, they swarmed toward the crowd.
"Insects! The ground is covered in insects!"
"My feet! Oh! They've crawled in!"
One team member, unable to dodge in time, had an insect crawl up his calf and into his trouser leg.
Immediately afterwards, the player felt a tearing pain in his calf, followed by a tooth-grinding chewing sound coming from his body.
He frantically tore at his pants, but could only see large bulges moving rapidly beneath his skin.
"Kill me! Kill me now!"
He rolled on the ground in agony, desperately pleading for help from his teammates.
Upon seeing this, everyone quickly moved aside.
Only Yamamoto Ryuichi gritted his teeth, swung his sword, and lightning instantly pierced through the team member's body, giving him a quick death.
"Everyone, retreat! Back to the stairwell!"
At this moment, Yamamoto Ryuichi had lost all of his previous imposing manner, and his face was covered in cold sweat.
At this moment, in his eyes, this was no longer a battle.
It was pure torture!
Moreover, the monsters in this place don't play by the rules at all, and there's even a hint that they're targeting them.
The remaining ten people did not hesitate and retreated back to the stairwell in a sorry state. But before they could catch their breath, they found that the staircase had also changed.
The stairs that once led upwards have vanished, leaving only an endless abyss leading downwards.
"Since you're already here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
Lin Fan, hovering above the entire team, looked down at the slightly desperate team below with a strong sense of mockery on his face.
But he didn't use human language; instead, he directly projected this idea into everyone's mind.
The feeling was like countless ants gnawing at my cerebral cortex.
The eerie voice, filled with deep malice, sent a chill down everyone's spine.
"Who's there! Playing tricks! Show yourself!"
Yamamoto Ryuichi instinctively swung his katana and slashed at the empty, deep opening, sending lightning flashing, but he only managed to cut through wisps of mist.
"Ah! Help!"
Just then, a gasp suddenly came from the back of the line.
Everyone was startled and instinctively looked over, only to see two hot-bodied, faceless nurses in super short nurse skirts stiffly performing bizarre dance steps, forcing the two team members into a corner.
The two team members instinctively resisted, but the supernatural powers they released only left minor marks when they touched the nurse.
Swish!Swish!
Instead, the two strange nurses quickly approached the two, their rusty scalpels slicing across them.
Two heads flew into the air, and blood splattered onto the snow-white wall, instantly turning it black.
"This... how is this possible? How could their innate abilities be so weak?"
The remaining people were devastated when they saw this.
However, they were unaware that their pride and power would be suppressed here.
In this realm known as the "Inner World," Lin Fan is the sole rule-maker.
It's just that his current spiritual power level is too low; otherwise, it wouldn't be a simple suppression.
"Run! Split up and run!"
At this moment, Yamamoto Ryuichi no longer cared about formations or missions.
If we don't run now, we'll probably be played to death here!
His body crackled with lightning, forcefully breaking through the mist, and he raced toward the depths of the corridor.
The screams behind him rose and fell, each one representing the fall of an elite team member.
Yamamoto Ryuichi dared not look back and ran wildly with his head down.
Must survive!
We must get this intelligence out of here!
This isn't some kind of mental pollution caused by an awakened being going berserk; it's hell!
Moreover, it's a hell from which there is no return.
After running for an unknown amount of time, the screams behind me finally stopped.
The surroundings were eerily quiet.
The only sounds were his own heavy breathing and heartbeat.
Ryuichi Yamamoto stopped and leaned against the wall, panting heavily.
At this moment, he was in a terrible state.
"Where...am I?"
He looked up and found himself in a spacious hall.
The decor here isn't the tiled walls of a hospital, but rather rusty wire mesh, huge exhaust fans, and sewage flowing everywhere.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and rust.
Directly ahead, there was a huge iron gate, through which a faint light shone.
Export?
Yamamoto Ryuichi was overjoyed.
As long as we get out, as long as we get out of this damn building!
With his last ounce of strength, he stumbled and rushed toward the iron gate.
however.
He was less than ten meters away from the iron gate when...
Zzz—Gah—
A sickening metallic scraping sound suddenly rang out in the hall.
The sound was heavy and grating, as if a massive, blunt instrument weighing several tons was being dragged across the rough ground.
Ryuichi Yamamoto abruptly stopped in his tracks.
An unprecedented sense of dread surged from my tailbone straight to the top of my head.
The feeling was like being targeted by some ancient ferocious beast.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
At the same time, heavy footsteps could be heard.
Like a frightened bird, Yamamoto Ryuichi hurriedly looked around, and the next moment, he saw a tall, despair-inducing figure emerge from the shadows.
That was a giant who was at least two and a half meters tall.
His upper body, bare and covered in scars and grime, was muscular and powerful, exuding an explosive sense of strength.
He wore a butcher's apron stained with blood around his lower body.
What's most terrifying is his head.
It did not have human facial features, but instead wore a huge, triangular helmet made of rusted metal.
The helmet was covered in dark red bloodstains and bits of unidentified flesh.
In his hand, he dragged a giant two-meter-long horse-slaying sword.
No, it's more accurate to describe it as a sharpened, thick steel plate rather than a knife.
Zzz—Gah—
Pyramid Head dragged his giant sword and walked towards him step by step.
There was no language, no shouting.
Only that suffocating sense of oppression, overwhelming and pervasive.
"No...don't come any closer!"
The overwhelming sense of oppression made Yamamoto Ryuichi's legs go weak, and he could barely hold onto the sword.
As an A-level Awakened, he had killed many mutated beasts and witnessed many terrifying scenes.
But the monster before him brought him not only the threat of death, but also a judgment and fear from the depths of his soul.
It's as if just one glance at it would make you pay the price for all the sins of your life.
Pyramid Head ignored his wails and silently approached.
Seeing the other party getting closer and closer, Yamamoto Ryuichi finally couldn't bear the intense pressure and roared in despair.
He dared not hold back at all, squeezing out all the lightning power within his body, gathering it on the broken katana, and fiercely slashing at the giant.
"Raikiri!!!"
A burst of blue lightning illuminated the dimly lit hall.
when!
A crisp, clear sound of impact.
Ryuichi Yamamoto's katana struck the metal helmet of the man with the triangular head and broke in two.
Not even a scratch was left.
The triangular head didn't even shake.
Not only that,
Instead, it was the calloused hand of the man with the triangular head that suddenly reached out and grabbed Yamamoto Ryuichi by the neck, lifting him into the air like a chick.
"Cough...cough cough..."
Ryuichi Yamamoto struggled desperately, kicking his legs wildly, but all resistance was futile in the face of that absolute power.
Pyramid Head turned slightly to the side, and slowly raised the heavy, giant saber with his other hand.
A huge shadow loomed over Ryuichi Yamamoto.
He stared at the congealed black blood on the blade, his pupils dilating, and his crotch instantly became soaked.
"No...don't..."
Lin Fan floated above the dome, watching this scene without intervening.
He simply commented:
"Some sins cannot be washed away. Since you're here, you must accept judgment."
call--
The giant sword swung down.
The sound of wind breaking was mournful, like the howl of a ghost...